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Four o'clock in the morning

Afraid to open my eyes

Another day of grief,

A day of fear.

All alone I feel.

I try to justify all the pain,

All of this guilt before my eyes.

Another day of confusion,

A day of wondering.

Is it ever just going to go away?

All this pain that I feel,

And all this anger, is it going to stay?



Ten o'clock in the evening,

Afraid of the nightmares.

Again my breathing stops.

All I can do is stare into the night.

What is it that causes this feeling?

Another night of crying,

A night of hiding,

Alone once again.

My heart feels empty,

And I can't cry another tear.

Another day wasted on insecurity,

A day of wonder.

Is this ever going to end?